Brother Sister Novels & Stories

With only fifteen dollars left on my card, I had politely turned her down. She hung up rudely on the spot, and my mom immediately called to scold me. “Your sister rarely asks you for anything. Can’t you just help her out? We’re family. How could you be so heartless?” What about me? I also wanted a property in Tomson Pinnacle. Earlier, I had cautiously brought up wanting to borrow some money for a downpayment. Guess what my mum said? “What does a girl need to buy a house for? When you get married, your husband will take care of that.

“Don’t judge me Ezekiel, are you sure Ezra is your brother cause from this I can say you both are worlds apart.” Ezekiel was still smiling, pulled my hands and held it close to his. “We are step brothers—” The moment the words dropped, I paused and stared back at him. “What do you mean, step brothers?” I whispered. Just then, Ezekiel was already ringing up the front door. “I think you should keep your voice down..” “What? I'm not even shouting.” Just then the large door in front of us opened up. First of all, I was attracted to the squeaky clean floors and the large stairs.

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

“Because that resemblance isn’t normal, Elara. It’s not just similar features. It’s… unsettling.” Elara nodded, her hands twisting together. “That’s why I feel so guilty,” she admitted quietly. “Sometimes it feels like I’m kissing my brother.” Nyra’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh,” she said. Then, mock hurt creeping into her voice, “you guys are kissing already? Wow.” Elara groaned, covering her face. “That’s not what I meant.” Nyra smiled despite herself, then softened when she saw Elara’s expression crumple. “Hey. I’m joking. Mostly.”

Alone with her thoughts, her fears… and that curiosity she didn’t want to admit. Nathan. The twin brother. The opposite. A stranger who, she sensed already, would disrupt her fragile balance. She remembered the stories Thomas had once told about his brother. Colorful, almost romantic tales. Nathan in Bali, lying in a hammock suspended between two palm trees. Nathan in Tokyo, tasting improbable dishes in hidden alleys. Nathan again, facing a storm in the Moroccan desert, or sharing a cigarette with a stranger on the roof of a train in India.

They laugh but continue their gross PDA, which threatens to blind me. “Let’s go for a walk before they permanently scar us.” “I like the way you think, big brother.” He visibly winces when I say this. Does he not want me to call him brother? Wasn’t he the one talking about me being his sister? He stands and then pulls me to my feet. My body flushes with heat; yeah, if he knew how he affected me, he really would not want me calling him brother. I groan. When will I be able to touch him without my insides turning to mush? We walk through the park mostly in silence, just enjoying each other's presence as we inhale the fresh air and observe the locals playing with their children.

Saari umar humein sang rehna hai Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Yash sing......... Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai Vihaan sing......... Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai They all had tears in their eyes while their sweet little sister went to a deep slumber. They wiped their tears. They all kissed her forehead one by one and went out from her room, making sure not to disturb her. The bond of a brother and sister is always special. It is one of the best relationships as compared to relationships we share with all other people. The connection between a brother and a sister is a lifelong connection with everlasting memorie

"You haven't said anything about yourself." "What do you want to know about me?" "Um.. are you Sean sister?" I asked. "Cousin. My Father was aunt Julia's elder brother." "Why do you call him your brother?" I asked. "We were born on the same day. So, our parents thought we'd make great siblings as we both didn't have one. But, for some strange reason, it annoys him. He never wanted a younger sister, he says they're peachy. His words not mine. I don't even know what it means." She said with an innocent scowl.

"What about your other children?" "Your oldest brother is two years younger than you and he will be taking over for me one day and your next brother is a year younger than him and will be his right-hand man and your sister is only ten. She was a surprise, but I know that she would love to meet you. She needs more women in her life."

And if my memory serves me correctly, she called him brother. “Xenia, this is my little sister.” I nod my head thinking as much as I can see the resemblance. Is it weird that he’s introducing me to his sister? That makes this feel more intimate. I barely know him… “This is so exciting. Brother has never brought a hu -- a woman home. I don’t think so. Isn’t that right, Brother?” She looks at him and I stifle a giggle. She’s so young and innocent. I’m sure he’s had many women here, not that he would tell his little sister that.